To Absinthe!

who the hell am i, you ask. well i am a fellow human being on this planet of existence living life as the invisible currents swiftly carry me off into the future every time i sleep. i am the bloodline that has been carried from generation to generation wherever it originated from. I am here now breathing the air full of polluted oxygen from past and current societies. i am in singular thought with a multitude of thoughts emanating from the core of a greater process not quite understood. i am me not you her him them. i am bone, skin, cells, liquid, solid, airy, hairy. Sometimes scary; sometimes lonely. i radiate color; smell; love; understanding; comfort; confusion. sometimes i feel like an alien dropped off on this planet. sometimes i feel i am out of my body floating away in the great beyond. sometimes i am cold; numb; hot; content. i secrete matter that i don't need anymore. and nourish myself with food and liquids and drugs. who the hell am I, you ask? sometimes i don't know myself.